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I accepted the date dressed as a woman, not knowing that afternoon in his car I would decide everything that came after. He just looked at me and said: “You’re going to have clients.”

Two strangers filmed me from under the table while he ordered me to stay still. The worst part was that I loved being the show everyone was watching.

She was cleaning the terrace in a thong and little else, not knowing two men were spying on her from across the building. And me, seeing her desired, drove me insane.

Lorena dressed me as the most desired woman of the night, told me eight men were waiting, and for the first time I didn’t want to run from what I felt.

A stranger promised to meet me in the back row, but I ended up in the hands of everyone else, offered up again and again in the dark.

I’d entered her tower to settle an old debt. What I hadn’t expected was to stand frozen behind the curtain, holding my breath, unable to look away.

I went down to a remote Andean village to close a deal. That night I discovered why nobody there asked about kinship.

She told me that if I wanted her ass, I’d have to earn it. What I didn’t expect was for her to show up at my door on New Year’s Eve, suitcase in hand and giving orders.

Carmen thought she knew every corner of her home—until Marisol told her, in a low voice, everything that had happened while she was away.

I’d been watching her out of the corner of my eye on the stairs for weeks. The afternoon I came home and found her on my sofa, I learned desire doesn’t care about labels.

I closed my eyes, raised my ass, and waited to hear his voice. He wanted no lingerie or flirting—only to find me naked and ready for him to fulfill his promise.

There were two hours left before the video call and my body was already trembling. I wasn’t going to touch myself once; it was enough that he wrote what I had to do to myself.

I looked in the mirror, bit my lip, and knew that photo would have consequences. It didn’t take three minutes for the key to turn in my lock.

There are mornings when I wake up wet, my nipples hard, with one fixed thought. Another of my heat weeks has begun and no one at home suspects what I’m hiding.

I put the blindfold on her, gave the orders, and let her surrender without knowing who was touching her. What came next surpassed any fantasy we’d imagined.

She stepped onto the stage in a red dress and with an impossible voice. She had no idea that singing that well was the trap her producer would use to cage her forever.

I boarded the catamaran to escape the world for a while. I never imagined I’d end up naked, surrounded, and the one who didn’t want it to stop.

We’d been talking about it for months and never dared. Then a couple invited us to a liberal spa one May afternoon, and Sofía walked through that door before I did.

I crossed the room with my heart racing, knelt beside her, and knew that after that night my mother would stop seeing me as the little girl of the house.

Four men, two holes in the wall, and one rule: I wasn’t allowed to know who was who. Only their cocks would give them away.